Some things never change

I couldn't help myself.

Yesterday Henry and I picked up our new (to us) 2006 Mazda MX-5 in Sunlight Silver. It is a beautiful car, and puts my old '99 Miata to shame. It's racy and quite powerful and zips through the English countryside like nobody's business. I think we put over 200 miles on it yesterday just taking it through its paces.

Theoretically, the car is mine. I loved driving my convertible when I had one before I left for New York, but I couldn't afford to buy a new one until now. I think Henry didn't quite realize the draw until last night, when he hit 120 mph coming down the motorway with the top down and the sun shining, and then, 20 minutes later, made the traction control kick in about 6 times trying to take wet corners at 60. He laughed manically as I sat in the passenger seat, gripping the door handle and trying to make my peace with God. I think he likes the new car.

For me, it's just the icing on the cake. My new theory on life is that sometime around September '06 I was involved in a terrible accident of some sort, and I died and went to heaven - because sitting next to my wonderful husband in my new convertible with the top down driving in Hampshire last night was as close as I think this human could get to heaven on Earth. I didn't know someone could be this happy, and I am so grateful for the opportunity to experience it first hand. It really is a good life, and I love living every day of it.